Chapter 349 The Last Enemy

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Harry was very surprised to hear what Sirius said.

He didn't expect that his father would actually have a duel with Gryffindor in the illusion. Although he lost in the end, it was also very remarkable.

The opponent was the powerful Gryffindor, and not every wizard was qualified to challenge, which in itself was a recognition of his father's strength.

He walked a few steps forward to the black stone platform, feeling his legs trembling.

Beside him, the centaur Margery looked at him expressionlessly, with a hint of impatience in his expression.

The old centaur elder completely retreated into the shadows without making a sound.

Harry took a deep breath, ready for the challenge.

He didn't look back at everyone's encouraging eyes, but clenched his fists, telling himself not to be afraid, no matter what he saw in the illusion, he couldn't shrink back.

Maybe he could have a duel with Gryffindor like his father did back then, or face countless giant spiders and dementors like Ron did. These are not problems, but if you are tested on magic knowledge like Hermione, then you are not good at it.

Harry thought wildly, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had entered the hallucination.

It was still late at night, and the stars in the night sky did not change much.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Harry couldn't help shivering.

He pulled his robe and found himself standing on a dark street.

This is not Hogwarts or Privet Drive, he can be sure that he has never been to this place before, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Luminescence!" Harry pulled out his wand and looked around vigilantly.

He was standing in a small alley, and there were big, dilapidated houses standing on both sides of the narrow alley, all of which were pitch black with no lights or even a sound.

Not far ahead is a small square, which is the center of the small village.

Harry walked on slowly, the cold night wind pricking his cheeks like needles, passing more houses along the way, all of them dark and uninhabited.

Getting closer and closer to the square, Harry saw a huge statue of a wizard in the center, holding a wand in his left hand straight ahead, and a rare silver sword in his right hand. Min's Gryffindor image was very similar, and maybe it was him.

Just as he was looking at the statue, there was a sudden sound of fighting and a woman's hoarse crying from a house in front of him.

Harry raised his head hastily, and he saw that the door of the house was open, and a room on the second floor was lit with a faint candlelight, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

His heart was beating so hard that it almost hit his throat.

Not surprisingly, the test he was about to face was in this house. He didn't know what was waiting for him, and the surrounding darkness was suppressed to the extreme.

"Is anyone there?" Harry called, running to the door. "Is anyone in there?"

No one responded to him, and the hall on the first floor was in a mess. It was obvious that someone had just experienced a tragic duel, and someone broke into the room from the outside.

Harry took a few steps in and stopped abruptly in front of the fireplace. He looked at a photo in disbelief, which was actually his parents. His mother was holding a baby in her arms, with a happy smile on her face.

Harry finally knew what this place was, this was his home.

"This is Godric's Hollow, this is my home, the place where I was born!" Harry's heartbeat almost stopped, and he looked at all this in disbelief.

He even forgot that this was an illusion created by Gryffindor. There was only one thought in his mind, and he went home by himself, back to this place that used to be his home.

If it weren't for Voldemort, he would have grown up here and spent every holiday here.

He will invite friends over to play, maybe even have younger siblings, and his mother will make him a birthday cake instead of celebrating alone.

Harry wiped away the sudden welling up of tears. He had imagined this kind of thing more than once when looking at old pictures of his parents. Just as he was about to take a closer look around, there was a woman's screams and pleadings from upstairs. It was the sound he heard when he met the dementor. It was his mother's cry.

Harry finally understood that this was the night when Voldemort broke into his house, and the misfortune that would affect his life was about to happen.

Without hesitation, he frantically rushed to the second floor.

Harry knew he had to hurry, he wanted to see his parents, and if he was quick enough, he might even save them from Voldemort.

With all his strength, he gripped the wand tightly in his hand. Harry gasped and climbed up the stairs, and then he saw, saw a man with a black hood standing at the top of the stairs, smiling cruelly, the smile was so cruel.

At his feet, lay the figures of a man and a woman.

In the corner of the room is a small crib, and a child is crying weakly inside.

"No!" Harry shouted, he knew that the two people on the ground were his parents, they were dead, they were killed by Voldemort!

Soon, it will be my turn.

"Disarm you!" Harry yelled loudly, rushing forward regardless.

Voldemort flicked past Harry's spell, swung his wand quickly, and a turquoise light hit Harry, who was pounced on.

Harry fell down. He didn't know what kind of magic Voldemort had cast on him. It seemed to be a petrification curse. He couldn't control his body, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.

When he saw his father lying in a pool of blood, his empty eyes were filled with unwillingness.

His father moved forward with his right hand, as if he wanted to hold his mother's hand before dying, but he slumped on the floor.

Harry wanted to yell, but no sound came out.

He could only watch Voldemort step by step towards his baby self, the cold voice, and then a flash of dark green light.

There were tearing screams from Voldemort as his wicked spell bounced back and knocked him down, and he fled through the window in a cloud of black smoke.

Harry was crying hard, he felt a piercing pain from the scar on his forehead, and the world in front of him was shattering fast.

He knew that he was about to leave here and return to reality. He tried hard to see his parents, hoping to see them one last time.

"You have failed. Although you are brave, you cannot overcome yourself. Remember that the last enemy to be destroyed is death!"

A magnetic male voice sounded from the void, this was Harry's last impression, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Harry was still devastated by the death of his parents and hated Voldemort.

When he regained consciousness and returned to the centaur temple, he was lying on the black platform, weeping silently. (To be continued.)

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